I’d be a righteous man in whom I believe our Father to be, for light, is where there’s no darkness. My heart is his, one is
the night, now day and, the other day now night as, then it’s forsaking me not believing. That burning and scorning of my heart is my truth, do as he has asked not as I will’d it to be. For the vary Heaven’s my church and, my God the Father. He spares wisdom, not for one in money or wealth but being one in wealthiness, life riches of joyous and forever blissfulness. This is what my temple to be! For those who seek church may feel righteous “but” if their hearts are not pure.. and, therefore not forgiven. As for you ask, the skies split apart and there I am, so is it. It is only with my truest love, the beating of our true hearts that calls me with in it, asking me that I will spare it’s true cries. It’s true devotion, our unity nothing less. Is our purpose mutable? That hath ears to hear let him hear. Letting my savior and righteous Lord guide us, revealing to us all that for all who carry him devotionally in their hearts sincerely, unconditionally, will see him. As for he will give you peace, finally rest for your love is lavishing and uncompromising. Breadth am I to contour my face wickedly bearing distrust, morally uncompassionate am I to those who yearn my truth, or lavishing harm to those who do not understand. Where I love you the same, whether it’s a grain of sand or, an eve up in heaven its bearing is indistinguishable. As I pray to my Heavenly Father and My righteous Lord, he speaks harmony in his words. Why not see it with your own eyes? Yet, hear it as for it’s already in you.. Those who have condemned us to a mark on a trophy or, money for glamour or, follower-ship not in my name. It be heavenly will’d by me to see you as you speaking the words of mine as written by so many others before. The true testimony of I, written in all things that surround you that you cannot see unless you unveil it, to do so it to believe in your oneself as told by me. The original testaments of the Bible that tell of our most personal gift to each other, that has been hidden from you, my beloved. Promises that were written so long ago that no distance or, time can hide. For what’s written has already happened to you, it’s been delivered to you. Rest, listen to your heart not your mind. Feel it in your heart, feel me rush through your veins and, you will know. Ask it, listen, I will answer. Don’t be frightened, for I offer you beauty that’s already there, will’d to you since your birth. Will’d in all animals, creatures, and its abundance of life things that surround you now. All my children have me, regardless, I will’d it to be so. No tall buildings needed, no foundation made by its foolish sands shall stand, I shall protect those who share me divinely, devotionally in their heart as so. Do you see? I love all creations, even my children that feel condemned by their doing I spare you mercifully. Yet, you’d only see it if your heart is reborn with truth and answered by I. This being truth, anything else is less of me, to share it’s eternally, again and again. This is the way, look past it and, it will be so. Ignore it and, it will be unquivocal. For the love I share is like no other, Father to all and companion to all things. Let me into your heart, ignite you and, see the beauty that surrounds you, all that’s hidden is awaiting.
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